POEM 306: FOR ESE, OCHANYA AND OTHERS WE'D NEVER KNOW

deliberately, light and divinity stood aloof
while darkness and evil plucked her fruit,
shredded her leaves,
crushed her flowers,
separated her root from earth's hold:
what was lost was not a child,
but innocence and humaneness.

mankind could only burst tear ducts,
embalm her remains,
like starving babies wail,
be clad in black in a million march,
hum requiems, trend hashtags,
wear long faces and become rhetorical:
mankind, where were we before now?

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